Fiction: Group 4
openings and more demands. As such, we’re going to need all the help we could muster to maintain our
company.
“That’s why Mr. Tsang and I have decided for you to be promoted to work in the Global Private
Banking branch.”
Simon could not believe the words coming out of Mrs. Zhang’s mouth. Working in that branch
was an extremely rare opportunity.
“I heard that you made exceptional progress as a management trainee,” Mr. Tsang said. “So how
would you like to help out in Global Private Banking?”
“Yes!” Simon couldn’t help but show the excitement in his voice. Finally, he could experience
more of the business world.
“After my days working in Global Private Banking, I decided to explore the economy more,”
Simon faced his son, who seemed to be in awe. “That’s why I decided to start up Good Fortune. It’s a
reminder of my adventure to find out what I really wanted.”
“Mr. Chan,” his assistant walked into the office the second time that day. “We must leave for the
conference soon.”
Simon nodded and was about to leave.
“Wait!” his son said, and Mr. Chan looked at him questioningly.
“I would like to think more about the job offer, dad. Just give me more time.”
Simon beamed with pleasure, then turned to leave the office, along with his assistant.
Sacrifice
Boqin lay on his hospital bed, his daughter right beside him.
“Jiqin.” Her father said softly. His daughter looked at him, her eyes still red from the tears. “You must
stay strong, okay? That’s all your mother and I would ever hope for.”
All his daughter could do was nod.
Boqin took a deep breath. It’s almost his time. He could see death awaiting him.
That was when all his memories played through his mind once again.
Boqin was once a young boy, who lived in the Conghua district of Guangzhou. Throughout his
childhood, he would help his parents harvest crops in their vegetable farm, as that was what his parents did
for a living. Even though they were not the richest family, they were still happy.
When Boqin reached his teenage years, his parents had enough money to send him to a small high
school just nearby their home.
Honestly, to Boqin, school was the best experience he had. It was definitely better than planting
vegetables, and taking out weeds in the farm. There was nothing new to farm work. But in school, Boqin
could learn something new everyday. Every lesson always had different knowledge in store for him, and he
never felt bored..
Boqin’s strong interest in learning eventually led him to excelling in all his classes. He was a student
with great academic potential, and good student discipline. He was loved by all of his teachers and
schoolmates.
Eventually, Boqin’s high school years came to an end. And that was when Boqin’s happiness began to
falter.
When Boqin told his parents he wanted to be a teacher, his father was not very pleased.
“This farm was passed on from generation to generation!” his father fumed. “I will not let that tradition
end by the likes of a boy who is blinded by unreasonable dreams!”
“But father,” Boqin pleaded. “Knowledge is what I am fond of. Why can’t you see that being a teacher is
not bad! I can take care of the farm during my free time!”
“Stop that! Farming requires a lot of dedication! You have to focus on that and that only!”
“How can I have dedication on something I do not love?”
“Stop it! Both of you!” Boqin’s mother shouted.
His father was about to yell some more, when he suddenly gasped.
“Father?” Boqin did not know what to do. He helplessly stared at his father as he fell on the ground,
clutching the left side of his chest.
